The Magical Blacksmith

　　Lingtai Town is a market town formed by cultivators. Zhang Ye stood at the door of a blacksmith shop in the town, and his thoughts were leisurely. This was the only thought left to him by his parents.

　　 Zhang Ye’s parents were both small and casual cultivators in the early stage of Qi refining. The road was hopeless, so they opened a blacksmith shop in Lingtai Town to survive. Although they are not rich and wealthy, it is enough to support the family with their craftsmanship.

Before Zhang Ye was ten years old, he practiced under the guidance of his parents. When he was free, he would also fight in the forge. Because he had no talent for practice, his parents thought that instead of letting him endure hardship in Lingtai Town, it was better to send him in. Fanjie is a rich young master.

　　 In this way, Zhang Ye lived in the Mortal Realm without worrying about food and clothing until he was 20 years old. During the holidays, his parents would also come to the Mortal Realm to reunite with Zhang Ye.

　　 Last Spring Festival, Zhang Ye waited full of hope for his parents to return home for reunion. He never thought that only a notice of death came. It turned out that there was a battle between cultivators in the Eastern Region of the Spirit World and the Northern Territory. His parents were called to join the army and became craftsmen with the army. They never wanted to encounter an enemy attack. Not only Zhang Ye’s parents, but also the craftsmen of the entire Eastern Region were killed...

　　 Zhang Ye was in grief and dissipated his wealth from the mortal world. Finally, he asked a cultivator to take him to Lingtai Town and returned to this blacksmith shop that had countless memories with his parents.

　　 Zhang Ye sighed, took out the spare key, and pushed the door in.

　　 Stove, anvil, quenching pool... Zhang Ye recalled the bit by bit of living here with his parents. Although he had accepted the result of his parents' death in battle, his eyes were still full of tears.

　　Gradually, Zhang Ye became angry again. He hated the cultivation of the Northern Territory for killing his parents, and even more hated his inability to avenge him. Zhang Ye grabbed the hammer and hit the anvil fiercely with thunderous noises to vent his anger.

　　 Just when Zhang Ye was tired and sweating, a voice rang in his mind.

　　 "Ding Dong, the forging system was successfully implanted, and the host status is being tested..."

　　"The host attributes are as follows:

　　Name: Zhang Ye

　　 repair for: mortal

　　Forging level: 1

　　Forging skills: None

　　 Experience value: 0/100

　　"

　　……

　　 "System?" Zhang Ye was taken aback, muttering to himself.

　　 "Host I am here!"

　　 Zhang Ye was taken aback. If he felt that he had heard the auditory hallucinations before, now he really heard the answer in his mind, which made him a little bit astonished. He thought that he was overwhelmed and mentally confused. Otherwise, why is there someone in his head talking?

　　 "The host does not have to worry about his mental state, this system really exists!"

　　 "The full name of this system is the forging system, which aims to help the host gradually grow into the **** of forging..."

　　 "The current blacksmith shop is being remodeled. After the remodeling is completed, novice rewards will be issued and forging skills will be obtained-Feijian repair (low-grade artifacts)..."

A series of prompt tones made Zhang Ye gradually understand the forging system, and he obtained a flying sword repairing skill out of thin air. He was as proficient as a master who had been a master for decades. This made him overjoyed. In other words, He can inherit the career of his parents and is more likely to carry forward the blacksmith shop!

Zhang Ye also discovered that everything in the smithy had undergone a systematic transformation. For example, the fire in the furnace had become red, yellow and blue; there were a lot of mysterious lines on the hammer; the originally dry quenching pool was filled with colorful colors. The liquid; the anvil is as black as ink, but there are many shining particles on it, just like the starry sky at night...

　　 "System, can you tell me about these things?" Zhang Ye had only been in the cultivation world for ten years, so he asked out where he recognized these things.

"The fire in the furnace is the real fire of the three flavors, which is immortal for eternity, and can smelt everything in the world; the hammer is the Taoist tool left by the ancient Thunder God; the water in the quenching pool is melted by the five-color **** stone of Nuwa's sky-filling; iron The anvil is made of star iron that has smelted one hundred thousand stars..."

　　Zhang Ye was shocked. Although he didn't know the value of other things, as the son of a blacksmith, he heard that aisle tools were the top weapons pursued by practitioners all over the world! If you use a Dao tool to strike iron, if you let other cultivators know that just by desecrating Dao tools, Zhang Ye will definitely become a public enemy of the whole people in the world of cultivation!

Frozen for a long time, Zhang Ye swallowed, and tried to ask: "System, can I use a hammer to fight?" Just kidding, even if he has no cultivation skills, he can kill a piece of Taoism by throwing it around. Mighty.

　　 "All the props provided by this system are forbidden to be used for other purposes." The system said coldly, "But if the host's forging level reaches a certain level, it has the right to change the rules."

　　 Zhang Ye's face was painful, but he felt relieved when he heard the following words. As long as he worked hard, one day, even a mortal himself would be able to smash the ancestor Yuan Ying with a hammer!

　　 "Ding Dong, after receiving the novice mission, please help the customer to repair ten low-grade magic weapon level flying swords within three days. The task reward-flying sword refinement (low-grade magic tool), upgrade to the first level!"

　　 Zhang Ye's spiritual masterpiece, to complete the novice task, not only can he acquire a new forging skill, but he can also improve his cultivation level? You know, Zhang Ye has no roots in cultivation, and even his parents gave up on him, only letting him be a rich young master in the mortal world. Now, the forging system can directly improve the cultivation base, and it is possible for Zhang Ye to avenge his parents.

But the next prompt from the system poured cold water on Zhang Ye: "As the future **** of forging, he must have his own dignity, he must have his own dignity, he must repair his flying sword, and he cannot solicit customers by himself, and the price must not be too cheap. Each charge is 100 yuan. A piece of low-grade spirit stone."

The most basic unit of currency in the cultivation world is jade. One hundred jade is equal to one low-grade spirit stone. Zhang Ye is stunned. A full 100 low-grade spirit stones can buy a good low-grade flying sword. Who wants to Repair it? Zhang Ye asked: "System, you also said that I am the **** of forging in the future. I am not now. Can you give customers a little discount?"

　　 "No." The system did not say why, and simply and rudely rejected Zhang Ye's request. Zhang Ye sighed helplessly, and had to accept the system arrangement.

　　 Zhang Ye pondered that the mission time was only three days. Although it would take less than half an hour to repair a flying sword, he is not well-known now, and the fees are too expensive. So fools come to patronize, right?

　　 Zhang Ye finally decided that sooner rather than later, he should open the door for business first and see the effect.

　　 Zhang Yegang opened the door and was about to put the "iron" flag. His parents’ blacksmith shop had no name. According to the rules, the flag was displayed to represent business.

　　 At this time, a few outer disciples of the Lingtai Sect came forward aggressively, with a scorpion on the leader's face, and waved his hand: "Seal this shop!"

　　 "Yes!" The outer disciple immediately took out the seal and prepared to seal the shop. Zhang Ye was a little dazed, and quickly stepped forward to stop him: "Several masters, why are you closing my shop?"

"You said it's your shop? That's right, you have 30 low-grade spirit stones in arrears for three months, and hand them over to me quickly, otherwise I will seal up your shop!" Ge Zizi carried his hands behind his back. Said his nostril upturned.

　　Lingtai Town is a market town under the jurisdiction of the Xianmen Lingtai Sect. If you do business in the town, you have to pay rent to the Lingtai Sect. This is a rule.

Because his parents passed away a few months ago, the shop was unattended, and the rent was naturally in arrears. Zhang Ye wanted to pay the rent, but he touched his arms. There were only a few pieces of silver in the mortal world. What the real world uses is Jade or spirit stone is worthless.

　　 In order to keep his parents' shop, Zhang Ye had to say: "This fairy master, can you give me a few days of grace, and I will definitely pay the rent later."

　　 "I don't have money to say a fart, come here, seal up the shop for me!" Brother Yuzi rolled his eyes and ordered immediately.

"Master, can you take a step to speak..." Zhang Ye was in the mortal world for ten years and was so sophisticated. He heard Brother Yu's intention to ask for bribes, and said tentatively, "You come to collect the rent in three days, and I will have an extra five. A piece of low-grade spirit stone, just serve as the tea money for the troubled master to take another trip!"

　　 Money can cause ghosts to grind, but the rent collection is postponed for three days. For the outer disciples who only have three low-grade spirit stones in their monthly salary, the bribe of five spirit stones is more than enough.

　　 "What do you mean, you want to buy me with five low-grade spirit stones?" Brother Yuzi said righteously, pressing his hand on the hilt of the sword, and it seemed that he had been greatly humiliated.

　　 Zhang Ye frowned. As a mortal, even if Brother Yu was only an outer disciple of the Lingtai Sect, that would not be something he could deal with. Just as Zhang Ye was wondering what went wrong, Brother Yuzi suddenly smiled at him: "What? Ten low-grade spirit stones, then that's OK."

　　 Zhang Ye was startled, fucking, he didn't say anything! But then he came to understand that Brother Yuzi felt that the benefit was too little.

　　 Zhang Ye is confident in his craftsmanship. As long as he can open for business, there is no difference between five and ten low-grade spirit stones. He nodded and said, "Yes, ten low-grade spirit stones!"

Brother Juzi felt that Zhang Ye was on the road, UU reading www.uukanshu.com closed the team with a smile, and when he left, he threatened Zhang Ye in a low voice: "If I can't get the spirit stone in three days, don't blame me for asking you. Life."

　　 Zhang Ye looked at the departing disciple of the Lingtai Sect, thoughtfully, the poor people of the mortal realm all yearn for the life of a cultivator, but in fact, the spiritual realm is the most cruel and weakest place to eat! If you want not to be bullied, you can only be better than others!

　　 Zhang Ye hangs up the flag with the word ‘Iron’, this is his first journey in the spiritual world!

　　A few outside disciples of the Lingtai Sect were walking swaggeringly on the street. One of them asked: "Boss, the guy just now looks like a mortal. How can he get dozens of low-grade spirit stones in three days?"

Brother Yuzi smiled: "Do you think I didn't see that he is a mortal? Whether he is stealing or robbing him, I will pay the rent within three days. I earn ten spiritual stones. If he can't pay, I can just kill someone. , How come I earn it!"

　　 "Boss wise!" Yipiao's subordinates quickly flattered.

Just as a few people swaggered through the market, Ge Zizi suddenly caught a glimpse of a pair of inner disciples dressed in blue, and immediately ran over, flattering: "Senior brother and sister, I don't know what wind is blowing you here? What can I do for you? of?"

　　Ling Taizong, the outer disciple wears Tsing Yi, the inner disciple wears blue clothes, and the true disciple wears purple clothes, and the ranks are strict, so Brother Junzi behaves like a bow.

　　 The inner disciples in blue clothes are a male and a female. The male looks handsome, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and the name is Duguce; the female is petite, lovely, and slim, called Han Ling'er.

Duguce looked at Brother Yuzi in front of him, with a touch of disdain in his eyes: "Are you the outer disciple in charge of Lingtai Town? It just so happened that my junior sister’s flying sword was damaged. You can help me introduce a blacksmith who can repair the flying sword. shop."